15 September 2009

Mexican Independence Day

Tomorrow is Mexican Independence Day, and preparations for the huge party are underway all over town. I am sitting right in the middle of the place where the war for Mexican independence from Spain started, the state of Guanajuato.

Miguel Hidalgo y Costilla, the Catholic priest who called the Indians and mestizos to arms, did so in Dolores, now Dolores Hidalgo, just a few miles north of here. Ignacia Allende, the Creole Army officer who joined him, was from Querétaro, just a few miles south of here. The third character in the drama was the Virgin of Quadalupe, the saint who is a woman of color, and I expect to see a good deal of her in the next 48 hours here in San Miguel de Allende. San Miguel de Allende is therefore a perfect location to observe the day.

The party is on tonight when at midnight all Mexico joins the President in Hidalgo's cry to the Indians to take up arms, Mexicanos, Vive México! If my experience so far is any indication, it is going to be loud.

The Proprietor

Translate here. The translation will make you laugh.

It is a pleasure to see you here. Welcome.

Google changed its photo service some time ago. Photos taken during my years living in Mexico and posted in older entries no longer load. Nothing I can do about that. As of 2018 I have begun to repost some of those lost photos in newer entries.

Born head first in the year 1947 during the month of March on the br>Gregorian Calendar and not dead yet. ¡Viva México!

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Many of the earlier blog entries herein where composed and posted during my five-year residency in México from 2008 to 2013. I have since taken up residence on the family farm in rural Paris, Iowa, U.S.A., which I inherited in the interim. I am now a member of the local landed gentry.